Chapter Twenty-Two
Jamey shot an impatient glance at the clock on the wall above the pool table.
Nine o’clock.
Where in the hell was Brodie?
After he’d claimed his winnings from the tie-down roping contest, he’d suggested they meet at the Trading Post a little past six-thirty. She’d gone back to the ranch with Maddie, endured an hour of her pointed questions about the state of her relationship with Brodie, completed a little prep work for the next day’s meals, and then hiked back to the Big House to catch a ride back into town with Maddie and Blake. And while the two of them had gone out of their way to include her, it was obvious she was a third wheel this evening.
“Earth to Jamey. It’s your shot.” Maddie peered at her over her soda. “You okay?”
Jamey scowled and made a shot, hittin
